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TO DEATH OF HIS LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON

First Line: DEATH, OF THEE DO I MAKE MY MOAN
Last Line: DEATH!
Subject(s): DEATH; DEAD, THE;
DEATH, of thee do I make my moan,
Who hadst my lady away from me,
Nor wilt assuage thine enmity
Till with her life thou hast mine own;
For since that hour my strength has flown.
Lo! what wrong was her life to thee,
Death?

Two we were, and the heart was one;
Which now being dead, dead I must be,
Or seem alive as lifelessly
As in the choir the painted stone,
Death!



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